Rick’s talk about the rodeo circuit—all of this in the past tense—got Ian rather riled up with what a complete stud his man was. He’d ended up straddling Rick’s lap, grinding down on his erection. Just with the baby upstairs, they’d more made out like two horny teenagers not going beyond second base. Hands all above the clothing.
The heated looks and hand-off approach in the car while Rick talked about what he wanted to do to Ian…
I can hardly walk straight with all the promises.
They were threats.
He could hardly get his pants off quickly enough at his mate's rumbled response.
“I’m gonna bury my tongue so deep in that ass you’ll feel me tickle your tonsils,” Rick growled aloud this time with the door slamming at his back.
It sent a sexy thrill through Ian that lodged right in his ass, which clenched in eager anticipation.
He looked over his shoulder, nearly falling when their eyes locked, and the passion was there in dark, hooded eyes.
“You have to catch me first,” he taunted, reaching the top step and stepping out of his clothes he’d shoved down his legs, giving Rick a view of his ass.
Whatever weight of misunderstanding was between them earlier, it was gone. Both men had promised to be more honest with each other. Ian had no issue with that.
Now he was getting make-up sex.
He barely had the bedroom door open, and Rick was on him.
Ian slammed into the wall with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs. Before he could regain his breath, Rick was on him. Hot and hungry kisses came with whimpers and groans as Ian was held captive. Rick kissed him with a fierce determination that made Ian weak at the knees.
They grappled and turned around, two large bodies knocking into things before Ian landed on the bed and was flipped from back onto his front. His legs pushed apart, then his hips heaved until Rick could get to his ass.
The fever pitch didn’t cease, Rick ate his ass like he was served a five-star meal in a Michelin-starred restaurant.
Ian’s cock hung heavy between his legs, dripping over the covers neglected. His arms shook with the effort to support himself on all fours, not wanting to pull away, yet desperately wanting to touch his cock to get some relief. “Gods please touch my cock,” Ian gasped, begging unashamedly.
A growl reverberated up inside his backside, and he clenched at the sensation, crushing the tongue jabbing deep, only not deep enough. He blabbered. Nothing made sense except the aching emptiness inside him as his cock throbbed in time with his erratic pulse. “Please,” he sobbed, then cried out in distress when Rick eased out of him. He had no time to say more as Rick pressed the head of his huge cock against the wet rim of his asshole. There was the sound of spitting before it landed on his heated skin, then Rick pressed the large head into his hole with a persistent push.
“Relax, love, or you’re gonna crush my cock to death.”
Droplets of sweat hit Ian’s back while Rick pushed deep until he bottomed out, his groin meeting Ian’s ass.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Rick hissed, blanketing Ian’s body as he willed himself to relax past the burn that would turn to pleasure—just as soon as he caught his breath.
“How are you doing?” Rick sounds like a bear about to attack, causing all the hairs on Ian’s body to lift.
Ian took a couple of shallow breaths as his ass relaxed enough for Rick to move. “Good… now show me whoooooooo…” Ian’s head dropped as Rick withdrew his cock, leaving just the head in, then slammed home. His aim was perfect for Ian’s sweat spot, making him yodel like a professional.
It was fast, and it was dirty, both men were a sweaty mess in minutes as Ian wailed, his release soaking the bed sheets beneath him before he felt Rick’s come scalding his ass, filling him up.
“So fucking hot,” Rick rasped, collapsing against Ian’s back, forcing him down onto the bed.
He groaned at the large wet patch he landed in.
“Sheets wet,” he mumbled more into the mattress, too tired to move. His body ached pleasantly from the rough treatment.
I could get used to this.
Used to what,Rick replied, evidently he was too tired to talk aloud, too.
This He-Man treatment.
Rick’s chuckles ghosted the back of Ian’s neck.What will we have a miscommunication about next, then?
